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a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
disse
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
poderíamos nós mas para saber

 



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